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Saint Huck Music Lyrics

Nick Cave

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Born of the river, born of its ever changing

Never changing murky water

Oh, riverboat just rolling along through

The great, great greasy city Huck

Standing like a saint upon its deck

If ya wanna catch a saint

Then bait ya hook, let's take a walk

"O come to me, O come to me"

Is what the dirty city say to Huck, Huck

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Saint Huck, Huck

Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck

Down the beckoning streets of opportunity

Whistling his favorite river song

And a bad blind nigger at the piano

Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing a long

Huck senses something's wrong

Sirens wail in the city

And li'l Ulysses turn to putty

And Ol' Man River's got a bone to pick

And our boy's hardly got a bone to suck

He go, woah woah, woah, woah

Woah woah, woah, woah

Saint Huck, Huck

The moon, its huge cycloptic eye

Watches the city streets contract

Twist and cripple and crack

Saint Huck goes on a dog's leg now

Saint Huck goes on a dog's leg now

You know the story

Ya wake up one morning

And you find you're a thug

Blowing smoke rings in some dive

Ya fingers hot and itching, ya cracking ya knuckles

Ya bull neck bristling

Still Huck he ventures on whistling

And death reckons Huckleberry's time is up

O woah, woah, woah, Saint Huck

O woah, woah, woah, Saint Huck, Huck

Yonder go Huck, minus pocket watch and wallet gone

Skin shrink wraps his skeleton

No wonder he gets thinner

What with his cold and skinny dinners

Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis

O you recall the song ya used to sing a long

Shifting the river trade on that ol' steamer

Life is but a dream

But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river

For the dirty ol' man latrine, the brothel shift

The hustle and the bustle and the green backs rustle

And all the sexy cash and the randy cars

And the two dollar fucks

Ooo ya outta luck, ya outta luck

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Saint Huck, Huck

This is the track of deception

Leads to the heart of despair

Huck whistles like he just don't care

But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber

Lead pellets sleeps in there, wake up

Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there

See ya Huck, good luck

A smoke ring hovers above his head

And the rats and the dogs and the men all come

And put a bullet through his eye

And the drip, and the drip, and the drip

Of the Mississippi crying

And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rolling by him

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck

Woah, woah, woah, woah

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